(no subject)
It's been an eventful...month or so.
We had a halloween bash. Cameron, myself, Laura, and Schwartz went as the Tenenbaums.
It was a hit, despite me looking nothing at all like Angelica Houston, and having red hair sticking out of the wig that I really should have invested more thought into...
A few days later Cody's appendix exploded...so we had to take the poor man in, and tend to his drug induced fancies.
Amidst this we had a hit vegetarian thursday sans cameron (as he was in san antone'). I made veggie chili AND blackberry cobbler. Shit.
Warren and Bridget made things particularly lovely. We want Warren to move in with us come January, as we refuge to leave this lovely house, and Warren lives somewhere so terrifying I can't even speak its name (bruce...).
So. My father tore his rotator cuff somethingorother while playing softball with baby junkies in rehab. He has to have surgery, so I get to come home for thanksgiving, long story short.
The problem with that is.
My poor dearest little baby brother hasn't been attending school, apparently. He's been truant. He gets anxious (HELLO>>) and nervous and just can't be made to go. It's pretty difficult to convince a 6'5 240 pound crazy 16 year old to do something he doesn't want to.
So. They want to send him to jail. Or something.
I'm being kind of dramatic. He has to go to court, because they really think a week in Juvie is what the doctor ordered.
As anyone who knows anything knows....this is a terrible idea!
BUT. The idea of coming home and visiting my brother in jail is kind of bringing me down. Although, it would make an amazing story...
Last night I sat with Rosie on the couch and watched a show about primordial dwarfs,while drinking a glass of wine, WHILE making a Larynx out of clay.
How's that for an image?
We had a halloween bash. Cameron, myself, Laura, and Schwartz went as the Tenenbaums.
It was a hit, despite me looking nothing at all like Angelica Houston, and having red hair sticking out of the wig that I really should have invested more thought into...
A few days later Cody's appendix exploded...so we had to take the poor man in, and tend to his drug induced fancies.
Amidst this we had a hit vegetarian thursday sans cameron (as he was in san antone'). I made veggie chili AND blackberry cobbler. Shit.
Warren and Bridget made things particularly lovely. We want Warren to move in with us come January, as we refuge to leave this lovely house, and Warren lives somewhere so terrifying I can't even speak its name (bruce...).
So. My father tore his rotator cuff somethingorother while playing softball with baby junkies in rehab. He has to have surgery, so I get to come home for thanksgiving, long story short.
The problem with that is.
My poor dearest little baby brother hasn't been attending school, apparently. He's been truant. He gets anxious (HELLO>>) and nervous and just can't be made to go. It's pretty difficult to convince a 6'5 240 pound crazy 16 year old to do something he doesn't want to.
So. They want to send him to jail. Or something.
I'm being kind of dramatic. He has to go to court, because they really think a week in Juvie is what the doctor ordered.
As anyone who knows anything knows....this is a terrible idea!
BUT. The idea of coming home and visiting my brother in jail is kind of bringing me down. Although, it would make an amazing story...
Last night I sat with Rosie on the couch and watched a show about primordial dwarfs,while drinking a glass of wine, WHILE making a Larynx out of clay.
How's that for an image?